Salmon Quiche; Coffee Club

I had a lovely little lunch yesterday: just me, a salmon quiche, a caesar salad, iced water (I am finally paying heed to the advice of my mother, who called me on Valentine's Day to wish me the very romantic greeting 'Happy Valentine's Day and for the love of all that Valentine's Day stands for PLEASE cut back on drinking fizzy drinks because I read your blog and you are SO going to have diabetes one day'... which is coincidentally a variation of the greeting that she wishes me on every major holiday) and a book, Twilight. On an unrelated note, I have come to the conclusion that I am in love with Robert Pattinson of the sexy-bloodsucking-killer-Edward-Cullen-of-Twilight fame, and not the sexy-bloodsucking-killer-book-character Edward Cullen of Twilight, because the literary version is doing nothing for me.

So I finished lunch all content, musing about Robert Pattinson's jawline and wondering whether his book version has a beautiful jawline too, when a random idiot guy hooted at me while I was walking back to the office, presumably because I was alone. Which thus forced me to give him the middle finger: the only appropriate and non-criminal response I could think of at the time. And that is the story of how my lovely solitary lunch was ruined. Thank you, misogynist asswipe. I REALLY enjoy it when strange men disrespect and hiss and holler at females. You REALLY know how to impress a lady. It's not the first time and it won't be the last, but you spoiled my lunch and if I were a salmon quiche I would throw myself at your face in angry protest. Unfortunately you will have to settle for a middle finger. Just as I settled for being in a bad mood after lunch.